Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Well... he is my little Peter Pan.

One afternoon we needed relief from our little home. So, I packed the kids in the car and we headed to the magical place that is known as Target. Once we arrived I opted to pull Collin’s VERY heavy wheel chair out of my van rather cramming Collin’s long skinny legs into the front of the shopping cart. While we were wondering the isles and entertaining ourselves Regan made a friend. The two girls hit it off right from the start as they scared each other with their spooky finds in the Halloween isles.

Then our new little friend came over to Collin and me. She had questions, as most children do.

What is wrong with him?

Why can’t he walk?

Why does he drool?

Why doesn’t he talk?I started to answer her as I usually do, but then I realized that I just wasn’t making any sense to her. So, I changed my thought process.

I then asked this sweet, curious little girl if she had ever seen the movie Peter Pan. To which she replied “Of course!”

“Do you remember Peter Pan and the Lost boys?” I asked her. “She quickly replied “YES!” I am sure she was thinking come on lady who doesn’t know Peter Pan.

I reminded her how Peter Pan and the lost boys could not grow up and LOVED being children.

“Well, Collin is my Peter Pan. He will always be my little boy. He won’t grow up like you and Regan. He will always be my baby.”

I then pointed to her little sister sitting in the shopping cart “Do remember how your little sister would drool when she was a baby or how she needed help eating?”
“Oh, yes. I helped my mommy all of the time.”
I complimented her on being such a big helper and then explained that Regan is a wonderful big sister as she helps me with her Bubba.

Now, I sit here thinking about my very own Peter Pan and Tinker Bell (his side kick) I am brought to tears. Just as Tinker Bell is there to help Peter Pan in his hardships and challenges, Regan is always there to help Collin. Most times without even being asked.

As hard as it is to change my nine year old’s diapers, feed him baby food, or struggle to understand his “babble” every day……
The blessings far surpass the challenges.

I feel so lucky to have my very own Peter Pan and Tinker Bell living right here under my roof.

9 comments:

What a wonderful analogy, I had never thought of that! I may steal your idea, although my peter pan is 61 pounds! I wish I could stunt his growth in a way, because that is something that has really scared me lately is that he is getting so big physically that I can't lift him.

Something I have learned in the last year while getting to know you. You are a wise woman. Father knew exactly what He was doing when He sent Collin to you and Jason. I watch the two of you taking care of him and my heart swells with love for your little family. You have taught me so much about patience and love. Thank you.

Great way to look at it. :) You always stay so positive, I love that about you. So maybe Collin should be Peter Pan for Halloween...and if Regan agreed to be Tink then you'd have a match made in Heaven!

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